Wendy Takes a Shot of Vanilla

Wendy Takes a Shot of Vanilla Vic parked his beat-up yellow Volvo in the parking lot of the gated community. He'd had a bit of difficult finding the place but he was here finally. He'd gotten directions by the security guard where to go and now he was looking up at the three story Spanish Mission style home in a rather affluent section of San Diego. He looked at the flyer in his hand. He saw the number on the house. Yep... it was the place. Strange... there should have been more cars. The party was going to start at eight and he was a little early but no problem... he could help set up. &#034Vic.. come on in! You're early!&#034 came a voice from the open door as he stepped from his car and slammed the driver’s door shut. He looked up and there was Wendy, beaming back at him at the home's front entrance. Wendy.... or Mrs. K as she was called by the local college students, had her head cocked to one side from around the door and was greeting him with the broadest of smiles. He stepped up the walk and began to profusely apologize about not bringing any beer for the party. The sexy fifty-three year old red-head pulled the door open and told him not to worry as there was plenty of beer in the cooler and much more in the fridge by the pool. The truth was... eighteen year old Victor Brock wasn't old enough even to buy booze but Vic as he liked to be called, didn't want to seem &#034too young.&#034 Here he was; just starting out as a freshman at college and this hot lady counselor ...

had been nice enough to hand him a flyer from her desk drawer for a student mixer at her house. She also was in his honest opinion; a total MILF and he'd noticed that when he'd first met with her to talk about the classes he needed for his first term. She was five foot six, about 129 lbs. and very sophisticated looking in her short business skirt and white blouse; quite classy...no he didn't want to seem too young. What he didn't know was his youth and his &#034doe-eyed&#034 innocence had been what made Wendy pull the flyer from the drawer. She had a roving eye for such qualities. What Vick also didn't know... was that no one else besides the two of them were coming to the party. There had been one flyer given out and she'd told him, &#034invite only&#034 for special students. All he knew now standing in her home was that she was still stunning! The difference now was she'd dropped the business outfit and put on a red shorty dress with spaghetti straps and some matching stiletto heels that hugged the ever-loving shit out of her 34c-29-36 figure - ever so fucking nicely! He was special alright; to her anyhow! He stood six feet one inches tall and was muscled from four years of high school swimming and a bit of wrestling. He also had a long triangular torso and sinewy flanks under his shirt that she could tell were not marred by fat yet. With his blond curly hair, high cheekbones and piercing blue-green eyes attached to a young gladiator body...she knew immediately that HE was
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